Wisdom, Vision
And couth
Are often missing
In youth
With you
I speak the truth
I'd rather die naked
Than be buried in a suit
So it'll be alright
If you hold me tonight
I think I can deal
With needing you
And should you find
My morality of a different kind
I hope you'll wait
While I hustle on the avenue
Airplanes, airplanes
Land on the runway
I would have flown anywhere
If you would have
Wanted me to stay
Past midnight, a passing car
Plays our song on the radio
Under a busted streetlight and moonless sky
Here's the truth I had to know
What else should I be?
You have all my apologies
For free
So it'll be alright
If you hold me tonight
I think I can deal
With needing you
And should you find
My morality of a different kind
I hope you'll wait
While I hustle on the avenue